Poetic Phobias...

(To be read as a recitation to small school children)

The Monster that Ate Sackville
A-A-Ahem

I see them everywhere I go
Parading down the street;
Obsequious rubber rainbows
On other people's feet.
Without a thought for style or taste,
In hole-filled shoes they walk;
One day will all of Sackville
Be a victim of the Croc?